I felt my lips

Not with my fingers but with the gentle wind

It smoothly danced with the curves

of my full top lip

and down around the bottom,

embracing their fullness

and giving them life.

As if they'd been shocked,

they heated

and they had their own pulsing.

They made me aware

of what they were aching for.

But you were far gone up the street,

and only left your desirable gentle wind.